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Mikells Smith
Dr Bailey
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From feelings to the future
For 17 years I went through so much... I held so much pain inside and honestly didn’t know how I did it. When my high school English 4 teacher told me to write about anything in the world, I knew right then and there I would write her a mini tell all essay.
I was at the end of my senior year of high school and our last assignment was to write an essay to our teacher, about anything we wanted. I remember being a little confused and I remember not knowing what I was going to write about and also being scared. But my teacher looked dead at me and said “Mj it’s not hard, just tell me a story.” And right then and there I knew what I would tell her.
I sat in the classroom and thought about the words I would use and how to put them on to my paper, I thought about all the times I went though, weather to put the good the bad or even both. I decided then to give my teachers a little part of my life I never let anyone know about. I’ve always been a very happy person, or so it seems. I’ve always had a smile on my face and you can always catch me laughing but I knew that in this essay I was going to go deep and tell her the reasons for my smiles and laughs. I thought about all the times I got yelled at. All the times I was hit and cussed at. I also remember what my grandparents told me, how they told me to never let your parents hurt you inside and to always smile because everything would be alright. In high school I got picked on and people made fun of me because I was gay. They also said I had adhd and that I was a weirdo. Honestly I don’t till this day and still don’t understand why they thought that. But I bottled up all of that and never told anyone. It wasn’t just in high school where I was made fun of, it was Jr High too, and all the way back to third grade, where a girl named Jovonna cut my hair with scissors and kicked me in my knee and let everyone laugh at me. When I sat at that desk I

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